makes for the stall’s lofty roof, and from its summit
shrills forth the shepherd’s clarion, pitching high on the
wreathen horn her Tartarean note; at the sound the
whole line of forest was convulsed, and the woods echoed
to their depths: it was heard far off by Trivia’s[246] lake, 15
heard by river Nar[246] with his whitening sulphurous waters,
and by the springs of the Veline[246]: and terror-stricken
mothers clasped their children to their breasts.
At once running to the sound with which the dread
clarion gave the signal, the untamed rustics snatch up 20